Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(16)

I slide my hand down between my legs and find my wet core. I’ve been practically dripping since meeting Savage, and with the visions in my head right now, it’s more like a tidal wave.

The slow glide of my finger over my clit has me biting back a groan. He doesn’t need the ego boost of knowing what I’m doing right now. For all I know, he’s just joking about having an erection.

If it is a joke, he is one sick bastard.



I grip my cock in my right hand while I hold the phone to my ear with my left. It was rock hard the second she texted me. There is only one reason someone texts you after midnight—because they are horny and thinking about you.

Score one for Team Savage.

Her sharp intake of breath lets me know she heard me and that she’s still there. I patiently wait for her response. Is she going to bite? Or will she pretend to ignore the invitation I’ve just offered her?

I’m a phone sex virgin and have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. Not being in control, not being able to anticipate her response, throws me off-kilter. Waiting for her reply is killing me.

She clears her throat and I smile, imagining her flushed face and breasts. I’ve already come to love seeing the spread of that red, and knowing I’m the one who put it there. I only hope my words had that effect on her. Given the way she reacted to me at dinner, I would place my money on yes.

“Really?” she asks in a quiet, breathy voice.

She took the bait!

“Uh-huh.” I stroke my cock slowly, desperately wanting her to join me in what has become my nightly activity since I met her. “What’s up with you? Why are you still awake at 2:00 a.m.?”

Shit, that wasn’t sexy at all. Way to shoot yourself in the foot.

Her chuckle echoes through the phone and I picture her beautiful smile, directed at me.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh, and you thought talking to me might bore you enough to render you unconscious?” I lace my comment with sarcasm, hoping she’ll understand I’m only joking.

Silence meets me and I’m suddenly worried I’ve stepped too far. Shit, Danika, don’t disappear on me.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you arrogant prick. You know what I meant and you know damn well you are the reason I can’t sleep.”

Yes!

My heart lurches into my throat at her confession, and the throb in my cock resurges. “Actually, no, I didn’t know that. I can hope, but…”

She huffs and I can practically see her rolling those gorgeous blue eyes at me.

“Oh, come on, look at you…” She trails off and I close my eyes, wincing slightly, because she has no idea what her words actually mean. She can’t know, because I haven’t told her.

Switch topics.

“I’d rather look at you, or at least think about looking at you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Her voice is breathy and I can’t help but hope her heart is racing in anticipation the way mine is. It’s almost beating out of my chest.

“Because just picturing the way you looked when you stormed into my office that day gets me hard as a fucking rock.”

She doesn’t respond but I can hear her heavy breathing over the line, which tells me she at least hasn’t hung up on me yet.

Take the leap, Savage, just tell her exactly what she does to you.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I confess, resuming the slow glide of my hand up and down my length. “I’ve jerked off too many times to count thinking about you over the last two weeks, and it’s only gotten worse since our dinner.”

Another agonizing pause has me questioning the sanity of being so honest. I barely know this woman. I should keep my damn mouth shut. It’s one thing to casually joke about it and flirt over dinner, but this is very real. Maybe I took it a step too far.

“I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one.” Her words are quiet but clear, and blood rushes in my ears at her admission. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”

Ding! Ding! Ding! Round one to Savage. Getting her to admit she feels something other than disgust for me is a major win as far as I’m concerned. Her body may have given her away at dinner, but to hear the words out of her mouth confirms everything I’ve hoped for.

Now, I just need to ease into this. “What do you think about?”

No way I’m jumping off this cliff unless she takes the lead. I’m not going to scare her away now, but goddamn, I hope she’s ready to leap because I sure as fuck am.

She lets out a breathy sigh and I hear a rustle of covers.

Dear God, please let her be touching herself under those sheets.

“You…touching me.”

FUCK YES!

I struggle to swallow against the sudden dryness of my throat. “Touching you where?”

“Everywhere.”

Images of her swollen breasts, impossibly long legs, and pale white skin against the darkened skin of my hands has me ready to come quicker than any porn I’ve ever watched.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” I command, my hand setting a steady, slow rhythm up and down my cock. The brush of my own skin against my needy flesh does in no way compare to how she would feel wrapped around me, but if I think about that too much, I’ll blow my load right now.